I am not a good guy. Feeling Violet’s cold, clammy skin pressed against mine should make me want to protect and take care of her. Instead, all I can think about is how much I want to pinch her pretty pink nipples when they graze my arm as she rolls to face me. How much I want to sink my fingers into her soft flesh, squeezing and kneading until she’s covered in my handprints and bruises, leaving no doubt to whom she belongs.
